#mac

I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #heroes

People say of me, 'She's peculiar.' They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#individuality #mac

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #mac

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #lust

If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #lust

He places the last pillow on the pile and looks at me. He jerks his head to the pile of pillows. “I watched you die. I need to fuck you Mac.” The words slam into me like bullets taking my knees out. I lean back against a piece of furniture-an armoire I think. I really don’t care. It holds me up. It wasn’t a request. It was an acknowledgement of a requirement to make it from this moment to the next like I need a transfusion my body has been poisoned. “Do you want me to ” There is no purr or coyness or seduction in his voice. There is a question that needs an answer. Bare bones. That’s what he’s after. That’s what he offers. “Yes. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mackayla-lane #seduction

Was that the sum total of my exsitence? I didn't get the erudition of 'I think therefore I am.' Instead I got 'I am, therefore I want to fuck Jericho Barrons. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac

It's often only in the lies we refuse to speak that any truth can be heard at all. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#karen-marie-moning #mac #truth #mac

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me? ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#dreamfever #mac #mac